Guitarist have fingertips of steel
Shredding down the neck of the guitar
Most people know them as, rock stars
When their solos come up
Through Power and Barre  
They know all the chords
They know all the scales
It takes time to learn all of them
That is why they practice all the time
They can buy all the best pedals
When they play everyone listens
The audience becomes lured like fish to bait
All night long
Not stopping until the sun rises
Sweating beads of sweat
Fingers getting weak
bah.chicka.chicka.ba.chicka.baaaa
The beat is slowing down
The lights start to dim
Once they finish they leave the audience in awe